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Jo
I’ve submitted the paperwork to HR. By the time she lands, it’ll be in her email.
Me
The salary we discussed and the relocation package we offer to all new hires?
Jo
Yes, and yes.
I’ve asked HR to leave off any management information since I’m assuming you want to be the one to tell her it’s you.
Me
I do … and I will.
EIGHTEEN
Brooklyn
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Macon’s words almost felt like a dream. Actually, the last twenty-four-ish hours had felt that way, starting with the flight to LA and the meeting with Cooper and Jo and then finding out Macon had flown in from Kauai just to spend the evening with me.
Which was one of the sexiest, most thoughtful things anyone had ever done for me.
And now, we were in his hot tub after the most incredible dinner and coffee cheesecake, and just as he had described, the dark night sky was hanging over us with the view of the Hollywood Hills in front of us. Mountains were covered in the most extravagant homes, their lights twinkling while the stars shone over us. And on Macon’s patio, where we’d eaten dinner and relaxed for hours after, there were pots of fire aligning the pool as we soaked in the steamy, bubbly tub that was attached.
How is this my life?
If I moved here, which seemed like a strong possibility, would nights like this one become normal? Where our evenings would end in this hot tub and I’d crave Macon’s mouth, like I was doing now? Where I’d spend the night in his bed and wake up in his arms?
I was sure he wanted that.
But if that was ever going to happen, I had to tell him the truth.
The thing was, as I stared at him just to the side of me, the words weren’t there.
I wanted them to be.
I wanted to speak them, get them out of the way and off my chest, so the guilt would ease up, the weight less heavy in my gut. But the unknown of how he’d react was just as heavy. So was the fact that I’d lied on my résumé and what he’d say about that too.
God, this is so much.
Especially as Macon moved closer, draping my legs across his lap, surrounding my shoulders with his arms. “Answer me, Brooklyn.”
I’d been so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn’t remember his question.
Beautiful.
Yes. That’s it.
I gazed in his eyes. The glimmering lights around us, along with the fire, were just enough of a glow to show his face. The thickness of his beard. The heartiness of his lips.
“I can’t say I look at myself in the mirror and think that about the person staring back.”
“What do you see, then?”
